I Met A Man With No Hands
Recently, I was inside a store looking to buy some ginger bread houses. While searching the shelves I realized the boxes I needed were out of my reach. I then asked a gentleman on the other side if he would kindly hand me the boxes I needed. At first, he gave me a look like “ok I will try my best.” All I saw was his face at that time.
It wasn’t until he handed me the three items that I realized his limitations. One of his arms had no hand attached to it. The other arm had maybe two fingers still in tact. Even Still this man with a wonderful smile on his face handed me the items. I thanked him as I pondered how much more difficult life must be for him.
I couldn’t help but watch him in the check out line. You could tell many eyes were glued to the man who had no hands. From the shape this man was in I had to believe his accident had to be recent. He appeared to be someone who once has such great strength. Now, he’s looking around as he faces the challenge of putting all his items on the checkout counter without anything dropping. You could see the anxiety on his face.
God used this man to reshape my perspective. While my pain run deeps I’ve still got both hands. I can still hold my wife’s hand. I can still take one of my boys by the hand . I can still clap in celebration. I can still easily pick up light items and move them from point A to point B. Bottom line is I’ve still got my hands.
It’s amazing how God puts people in our path just to transform our perspective. To help us see that someone always has it worse than us. I walked away thanking God for my hands. And realizing that I’m even more blessed than what I could see at the moment. Thank God for the man with no hands.
“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”